Sunday, April 27, 2014

Keighley people are being invited to decorate Yorkshire-themed bikes with wool.
Artist Cassandra Kilbride will run a workshop in Haworth next month as part of her Woolly Bike Trail.
Participants will be inspired by Yorkshire literary greats as they decorate one of ten bikes involved in the project.
They will draw on everything from the Brontë sisters’ work to Yorkshire-set novels, like The Secret Garden and Dracula.
The Woolly Bike Trail is part of the Yorkshire Festival 2014 – the arts festival that precedes the Grand Depart. (...)
Cassandra said: “I wanted the bikes as a full set to represent all the things that make Yorkshire so distinctive as a county, but more specifically for each bike to represent the town and community creating it.
“The Brontë Parsonage Museum couldn’t be a more perfect location to celebrate Yorkshire’s literary heritage.”
Workshops across the county are free and accessible to all ages, but a basic ability to crochet or knit is required. Wool and patterns will be provided, and booking is essential.
The Haworth workshop runs at the Brontë Parsonage Museum on May 27 and 28, from 10.30am to 1pm and 1pm to 3.30pm.
Visit yorkshireswoollybikes.co.uk for further information.

The Tour's Grand Depart visit to Yorkshire next summer is also celebrated in The Blackpool Citizen (and other local newspapers):

One of the highlights of stage two will be the town of Haworth, near Keighley, best known as the home of the Brontë sisters. The Brontë Parsonage Museum is preserved as a memorial to Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, who lived in the house in the early 19th century. The town is also on the edge of the wild moors known as Brontë Country, especially with reference to Emily Brontë's famous 1847 novel, Wuthering Heights. Riders will also negotiate Haworth's cobbled Main Street.

“I was at the [Foundling] museum in London and they said to me, half jokingly, what they’d really like is for me to write a book.
“I thought about it and it just popped into my mind. “When I was a child I loved reading about girls at boarding schools.
“I loved the first part of Jane Eyre when she was sent away. Maybe that was an influence on me with Hetty Feather.
“I always liked that sort of grim atmosphere where girls somehow make friendships and battle together and Hetty has a strong sense of social injustice.” (Jonathan Whiley)

Yet, beyond those women we studied in high school or college — dwelling within a list dominated by male writers — too few readers are aware of female writers, contemporary or not, beyond Eudora Welty, Harper Lee, the Brontës and Jane Austen. (Ann Connery Frantz)

The trend of writing Gothic novels rose up with novels like The Italian and Melmouth the Wanderer being published during the early years of the 18th Century. Brontë’s Wuthering Heights also carried Gothic elements in it which made her novel more praiseworthy. (Ruvindra Sathsarani)

Kashmir Times (India) reviews the book My Accidental Jihad by Krisna Bremer:

One day while jogging in North Carolina, Krista, a graduate student, met an older Libyan man, Ismail. He was not exactly the person she'd envisioned as Prince Charming. He was graying of hair and yellow of teeth, not to mention that he struck Krista as utterly foreign, completely other. But when she was with him, she felt herself relax, as though she were settling into a deep pool of water. She felt at home. And then, to paraphrase Charlotte Brontë: Reader, she married him. (Kelly Blewett)

What are you currently reading?
Anything Jane Austen, and of course, the Brontë sisters. Wuthering Heights is my particular favorite, but any dark, brooding gothic romance from classic literature will do.

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Villette is one blaze, one broad illumination; the whole world seems abroad; moonlight and heaven are banished: the town, by her own flambeaux, beholds her own splendour—gay dresses, grand equipages, fine horses and gallant riders throng the bright streets. I see even scores of masks. It is a strange scene, stranger than dreams.
~ Villette (ch. XXXVIII) by Charlotte Brontë